Elven cultivators

Dragon Orcs, Forge Dwarves, Sun Elves, Holy Mark Knights...

These branch races, which evolved from the five top powers, gradually became the most prominent elite races on the continent after a long period of reproduction and inheritance.

Their emergence marks a crucial step forward for intelligent races on the path of bloodline evolution.

Although they still cannot compare to the terrifying potential of the dragon race, which is born to surpass all other races, these emerging races have also shown amazing talent.

The best among them are born with the power of the Silver rank, and it is almost a certainty that they will be promoted to the Gold rank after adulthood.

More importantly, their chances of awakening and manifesting the power of laws far exceed those of ordinary intelligent beings.

These were the original "Silver Clan" of the Dawn Continent.

Of course, that was a long time later.

At least in this era, the bloodlines of dragon-beastmen, forge dwarves, and sun elves are far from stable and far from reaching the level of the "silver race" of later generations.

In fact, similar methods exist in the cultivation world to improve aptitude or pass on bloodlines.

The former can be nourished with spiritual liquid and cooked with spiritual medicine while the fetus is still in the mother's body, and nurtured day and night by the mother expending her own essence and blood.

A fetus born in this way will have a bright spiritual aura from birth, possessing at least three spiritual roots, and has a considerable chance of awakening a certain spiritual body.

The latter is simpler and more straightforward.

When a cultivator's cultivation level reaches a certain point, their life essence will be sublimated. Although it is difficult for them to give birth to offspring, once they successfully conceive, their offspring's aptitude will inevitably far surpass that of ordinary people.

The union of two high-level cultivators greatly increases the likelihood of their offspring awakening a spiritual body.

This is the purest form of bloodline inheritance.

It is a natural result of the essential leap in life, and it is far more effective than any external intervention.

Given enough time and through generations, a powerful race with innate talent superior to ordinary people can be born.

In the world of cultivation, such groups are called "mysterious lineages," "Dao lineages," or even "immortal clans."

The Silvermoon Clan is actually on such a path today.

Whether it's the Primordial City, the Nine Nether City, or the Silver Moon Forest, the energy concentration is far higher than that of the outside world.

This high-concentration energy environment will subtly change the physical constitution of the tribe, making their offspring increasingly better.

The improvement of the overall strength of the clan will also have a positive impact on the aptitude of future generations.

Although such improvements are extremely small, with the inheritance from generation to generation, the quantitative change will eventually lead to a qualitative change over a long period of time.

During this process, the proportion of newborns in the Silver Moon Clan with spiritual roots will inevitably increase gradually, and the number of disciples in the Primordial City will also increase accordingly.

The offspring of disciples of the Primordial City, whether through internal unions or with ordinary elves, will inevitably possess superior aptitude compared to ordinary elves.

This is actually the prototype of the "Mysterious Vein".

As they reproduce and pass on their lineage generation after generation, the Silver Moon Clan will eventually evolve into a true Xuan lineage without anyone realizing it.

This path, relying on natural evolution and long-term accumulation, is far more successful, natural, and reliable than the radical methods employed by the five top powers.

While the latter method is more effective, it creates many hidden dangers.

For example, dragon orcs are constantly eroded by the dragon factor in their bloodline, making them more irritable and easily angered than ordinary orcs. They are bloodthirsty and warlike, and have an almost instinctive desire for battle and killing.

Forge Dwarves must regularly ingest fire elemental crystals to maintain the elemental balance in their bodies; otherwise, their bodies will irreversibly become elementalized, eventually turning them into mindless fire elemental creatures.

As for the Sun Elves, Moon Elves, and Wood Elves, due to the overly rigid direction of their subspecies differentiation, they can basically only awaken and manifest a specific type of law power.

For example, Sun Spirits can almost only awaken the power of fire element, the laws of the sun and their derivative laws; cultivating other laws is much less effective.

This essentially confines the diversity of the Elven race to a narrow direction.

In addition, the emergence of multiple racial branches has greatly intensified factional struggles within the Emerald Court, sowing deep seeds for future division.

In contrast, the path of cultivation clans that relies on natural evolution is more in line with Anton's inner expectations.

Just as Anton was lost in thought, the elf squad arrived.

Alvin stopped in his tracks, his gaze lingering on Anton for a moment before he nodded slightly, his demeanor composed yet polite.

"The Emerald Court, Alvin Emerald."

His voice was gentle and steady, carrying an innate nobility, yet it did not come across as arrogant.

"I saw someone fighting the Dragon Soul from afar, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect it to be someone of the same race, and the famous Fallen Dragon Sword Saint at that."

"You flatter me." Anton said calmly. "You were just about to lend a hand, weren't you? Thank you for your kindness."

His divine sense had already seen all of the other party's actions, so he naturally guessed what the other party had just planned.

Alvin paused slightly, his gaze toward Anton becoming increasingly meaningful.

The fact that he could still pay attention to his surroundings even in such a fierce battle suggests that his opponent was more at ease than he had imagined.

Anton's strength is probably even greater than he just showed.

If Alvin's attitude towards Anton was merely one of admiration, now he truly values ​​this kinsman from a remote clan.

Such a strong person is definitely worth recruiting.

As the thought crossed his mind, a gentle smile appeared on Alvin's face, and his tone became a bit warmer than before.

"Chief Anton, the warp is fraught with danger. Since our two teams have encountered each other, why don't we join forces and support each other? What do you think?"

Alvin was certain that Anton wouldn't be unable to guess his royal identity.

My appearance says it all.

Therefore, he felt that if he spoke up, Anton would definitely not miss the opportunity to befriend him.

But Anton's answer once again surprised him.

"Thank you for your kind offer, but we prefer to be alone, so we won't bother you any longer."

He also needs to hunt dragon souls to improve the quality of his sword pellets.

By acting with outsiders, the special attraction of the sword pellet to the dragon soul will eventually be exposed.

Explaining it later will be troublesome.

Alvin was surprised, but seeing Anton's resolute attitude, he nodded and said nothing more.

It was already quite rare for him to take the initiative to invite her, and since she refused, he wouldn't lower himself to beg her again and again.

Anyway, the war in the subspace will continue for quite some time, and there will be plenty of opportunities to interact after we get out.

"In that case, I won't force you."

Alvin smiled slightly and nodded slightly to Anton.

"I wish you a successful start and that you find the spatial node soon."

Anton nodded slightly and offered the same auspicious words.

Alvin said no more and turned to leave with the elves behind him.

The group quickly disappeared into the hills at the edge of the field.

Watching the elven squad disappear into the distance, Roman leaned close to Anton and asked, "Anton, was that a Sun Elf? A member of the royal family of the Emerald Court?"

"That's right." Anton nodded.

"No wonder he speaks and acts with such an air of nobility," Roman realized.

"Let's go." Anton looked away. "Let's keep going."

The elves responded and followed.

……

In the time that followed, the Silvermoon Squad continued to hunt dragon souls in the warp while searching for the location of spatial nodes.

I encountered several teams during that time.

However, the two only exchanged glances from a distance before parting ways without any intention of communicating.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

The Silver Moon Squad, however, never sensed any spatial fluctuations.

"Is this spatial node hidden so well? It's been half a month, and we haven't found a trace of it."

On the plains, Roman idly played with his axe as he hurried along.

She switched the heavy Thunderstrike Axe from her left hand to her right hand, and then back from her right hand to her left hand.

"Didn't the Allied Forces say there were a total of eighteen spatial nodes in the warp? How come we haven't encountered a single one?"

The three elders and Cedric all frowned.

Anton remained calm and said, "The first spatial node is the hardest to find."

If space nodes were so easy to find, the Allied Forces wouldn't have taken forty years to destroy the subspace in the original history.

However, the moment Anton finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned to look into the distance.

The other elves were only a step behind him, and soon they also sensed the spatial fluctuations coming from afar.

"Spatial Node!"

Roman's eyes lit up, and he immediately shouldered the Thunderstrike Axe and strode towards the direction from which the spatial fluctuations were coming from.

"Hurry up!"

Anton shook his head slightly, but did not stop her, and followed her.

The elves quickened their pace, heading towards the source of the spatial fluctuations.

As the distance continued to decrease, the spatial fluctuations became increasingly clear.

As the Silvermoon Squad crossed a low hill made of the ribs of an ancient behemoth, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

What came into view was a vast expanse of grayish-white mist.

The fog covered a vast area, stretching as far as the eye could see. At first glance, it looked like a giant white wall that stretched between heaven and earth, piercing straight into the dark red sky.

Unlike ordinary fog that churns and flows, it seemed to be frozen in place by some force, remaining completely still.

However, every few breaths, the solidified mist would suddenly expand outward, its volume increasing dramatically, with the mist at the edges churning like boiling water.

Then, it slowly shrank back to its original size, as if in silence after exhaling.

It expands and contracts, stretches and retracts, with a steady and regular rhythm, like some ancient being breathing slowly in its slumber.

With each pulse, a visible, transparent ripple spreads outwards from the center of the mist in all directions.

Wherever the ripples passed, the air distorted slightly, and even the dark red energy vortexes in the sky experienced brief fluctuations.

That was the source of the spatial fluctuations they sensed from afar.

On the plains ahead, sizable with teams had already gathered.

The atmosphere was heavy and quiet, like the calm before a storm.